Harry:Karla: Usually people can't stop looking... it feels strange having you blank me.
(Oh aye! xd)(he can fly a plane and he's 18! nearly xd)
Truck : -rips his knife through another walkers head and kicks another out of the way to get one on one with this last one, stabbing it in the head and yanking the knife back out he walks over to the kicked down walker and finishes it- huh! that's what you get!
Harry:Karla: So I ran away with a guy, and he won't even look at me. Boy can I pick 'em!
Harry:Karla: Well hello there! -salutes him playfully- I'm at a disadvantage. Your name is?
Harry:Karla: -Notices his eye twitching- Jeez, if its that painful for ya then look away. Hello Harry, so... where's a 17 year old learn to fly?
Harry:Karla: Oh, bet that was pretty cool for you. And it's just what?
Harry:Karla: -smiles as he runs to the bathroom- hmm...
Harry:Karla: -gets up and walks over to the bathroom, she knocks on the door- Hey, you okay in there?
Harry:Karla: -takes a couple of steps back and leans against the wall, her hand over her mouth/nose-